I walked away, enraged, heart pounding; I killed two men and I'd damn well do it again if some fucking bitch tries to mess with me.
"No, my plane crashed and I was just trying to find some food. I swear."
I quickly got to my knees behind a bush. A younger man was backed up against a tree. About 9 older men surrounded him. They had weapons but I don't think they were planning on using them quick and getting this done and over with. They had the same look in their eyes that the men in the tribe that found me had. I felt my adrenaline level rising too fast to stop. I walked away trying to figure out what to do. I looked back and watched as they slapped him and called him a bitch and I remembered how the tribe made me feel.
"Excuse me gentlemen."
All of the men turned as I unbuttoned my shirt exposing most of my chest. I was walking up to them, watching their eyes widen. Fucking perves.
"I was walking all alone and I could really use some company."
I went up to one man with a fairly nice pistol strapped to his hip.
"Do you wanna keep me company?"
He grinned and led me into a little hut.
I blindfolded him and told him to leave it to me. Damn did that make him excited. I took his gun off his belt and held it to his neck.
"Get the fuck up."
He did. I took off the blindfold and motioned him back outside.
"Everyone back the fuck off! I swear if you bastards pull any funny shit I'll blow your brains out."
Everyone backed away from the guy except for one man who by that point had the guy in a choke hold. When I realized what he was doing it was too late. A knife was in his side. I shot the man square in the face.
"Get out of my fucking sight."
Everyone left and I helped the guy sit against a tree.
"I'm so, so sorry. Can you hear me?"
He nodded but wasn't very responsive. I knew he was dying and I couldn't bare it.
"I'm sorry."
I held the gun up and shot him. He was gone. But I couldn't let him suffer, he didn't deserve it.
I dragged his body out to the ocean and watched as it drifted out toward the sunset. I knew I wouldn't be able to bury him so that was the next best thing, I guess. He was where he needed to be. His body drifted farther into oblivion and just before the sun disappear with him, a dolphin or fish-like creature jumped out of the water. I smiled and, soon enough, fell asleep.
STRONGEST CHARACTER: EMBER SIMMONS
ELIMINATED: TOMMY MERNON
I walked away, enraged, heart pounding; I killed two men and I'd damn well do it again if some fucking bitch tries to mess with me.
"No, my plane crashed and I was just trying to find some food. I swear."
I quickly got to my knees behind a bush. A younger man was backed up against a tree. About 9 older men surrounded him. They had weapons but I don't think they were planning on using them quick and getting this done and over with. They had the same look in their eyes that the men in the tribe that found me had. I felt my adrenaline level rising too fast to stop. I walked away trying to figure out what to do. I looked back and watched as they slapped him and called him a bitch and I remembered how the tribe made me feel.
"Excuse me gentlemen."
All of the men turned as I unbuttoned my shirt exposing most of my chest. I was walking up to them, watching their eyes widen. Fucking perves.
"I was walking all alone and I could really use some company."
I went up to one man with a fairly nice pistol strapped to his hip.
"Do you wanna keep me company?"
He grinned and led me into a little hut.
I blindfolded him and told him to leave it to me. Damn did that make him excited. I took his gun off his belt and held it to his neck.
"Get the fuck up."
He did. I took off the blindfold and motioned him back outside.
"Everyone back the fuck off! I swear if you bastards pull any funny shit I'll blow your brains out."
Everyone backed away from the guy except for one man who by that point had the guy in a choke hold. When I realized what he was doing it was too late. A knife was in his side. I shot the man square in the face.
"Get out of my fucking sight."
Everyone left and I helped the guy sit against a tree.
"I'm so, so sorry. Can you hear me?"
He nodded but wasn't very responsive. I knew he was dying and I couldn't bare it.
"I'm sorry."
I held the gun up and shot him. He was gone. But I couldn't let him suffer, he didn't deserve it.
I dragged his body out to the ocean and watched as it drifted out toward the sunset. I knew I wouldn't be able to bury him so that was the next best thing, I guess. He was where he needed to be. His body drifted farther into oblivion and just before the sun disappear with him, a dolphin or fish-like creature jumped out of the water. I smiled and, soon enough, fell asleep.